I Fell Off the Wagon

"No more fiber purchases till Maryland Sheep and Wool," I told myself. "This time I mean it!"

Anyone want a peanut? 

As you can see, I fell of the no-fiber wagon, but at least I did fulfill part of my not-really-a-resolution...I did spin most of what I had at home before buying more.

It's Etsy, you see. It's my weakness. I clicked on an ad at the bottom of a Ravelry page, and it took me to Spin Fusion, which
 led to these purchases.








The pink one is a blend of Falkland, Bamboo, and Angelina. I don't know what Angelina is, but the batt has a sparkly glitter in it, so I'm guessing Angelina is a synthetic. This batt is called "Adina," which (according to the tag) is Hebrew for "delicate."


 The orange one is straight BFL. It's called "Helah," which is Hebrew for "rust."

So, a half hour after opening the package, I pulled the BFL apart, tucked some in a bag, grabbed the cat and a spindle, and went to the vet's office.

 

I don't believe I need to caption the above photo. 

Anyhow, Edgar settled down and wandered the office, while I did this: 

 

     

    While I was in the waiting room spinning, a woman walked into the lobby from the exam rooms and said, "Oh, you're a spinner!" and then told me all about the twice-monthly Friday knit nights at a yarn store not two minutes from the vet's office. Unlike most the area knitting get-togethers (I refuse to use the "b" word), this one is actually held in the evening, not smack in the middle of the day! I just missed the last one, I'll have to wait till next week to attend. Being a spinster, I am of course available on Friday nights. 

     The vet was fascinated by my spinning as well, and I had to give her a demonstration. She admired my purple alpaca beaded wrap, too. And, best of all, she told me Edgar was healing nicely, probably doesn't have cancer, and I can -- happy day -- do this again: 

     Return the cats to their dry food diet. They were eating six 5-ounce cans of wet food per day, and I couldn't get the stink of cat food out of the kitchen. Now they're back to 1 can a day, and all the crunchy food they want. 

Ta-da!